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IP:
Prolouge:
your styles simply poor, them dashes n marks make you still half a newb.
your trash is through, id prolly have a shitty 35-22, if i rapped as wack as you.
Verse:
clash hennesy til your dome shook, scatter your figure n chalk your face.
must have his jock misplaced, cause i tossed ya in the basement like office space.
only time ya airborn is in a rocket race, stop and trace before ya breath is mine.
i consider you a sketchy affect, cause like christian beliefs...youll be left behind.
leave the rest to crime. praying for positive hope statistics, like ocean thickness.
your just another stomach pain to me, easily fixed like motion sickness.
your to doped to get this. rip ya dermis n flesh so ya appear like ripe cherry carnage.
seal you in a color coordinated bin, to specify that your primary garbage.
shotta's rappin produces headaches to the extent kanye forgot his accident.
bites rhymes so frequently, after keying a dopish verse i had to patton it.
who knew what the council was thinkin, your worthless like a stolen accord.
done shot this boy, left you as open wounded n holy as a bullentin board.
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